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an excerpt

In the midst of a torrent of humanity crashing around me all that I could feel was the slow distinct beating of her heart, like blood in my ears she was all that I could focus upon. Perhaps that should disturb me, maybe even horrify me that I could stand in the sweltering heat of hundreds of bodies crashing together, the blearing of music that was deafening to my ever growing senses and the rank stench of so many clashing odors from the mundane scent of the human body to the exotic spicy scents that decorated their flesh, it was frightening that I could stand in that hurricane of humanity and only see her. As if the world was swirling around me in a blur of color, sight and smell and yet she stood clearly within the eye of the storm, from the delicate lilt of her voice to the small stirrings of her hair as a cool night breeze played through an open window to encompass her. Her ashy blonde hair cropped so short that the wind could barely move it as she flashed her dizzying blue eyes across the dance floor, her body swaying to the rhythmic beat pounding out from the illustrious DJ. Her creamy white skin was flawless, perfection, and inviting as the more bestial aspects of my nature rode beneath the surface of my own flesh, I could feel it pressing along my insides as it hungered for the taste of her, worse now as the beast and I blurred the line between its mind and mine, its senses rising through my own until I could see the heat radiating from her flesh, gods above and below how I yearned to touch it, to feel it beneath my hands.

It was disconcerting to realize the beast would be satisfied with any flesh, it was the human monster inside of me that picked her, that saw such beauty and wanted to take it for myself, to possess unto her death, until all of those deep seeded urges were driven beyond satisfaction into inexorable pleasure. But then I knew what I was to become in the beginning, that the monster of both beast and my own humanity would blur into one, that I would reach into the darkness within myself and fully embrace it, I had no choice, if I was to succeed I had to relish in my monstrosity…otherwise I would never survive till the rising of the full moon, and if I failed the bloody trail of corpses that I had wrought would be meaningless. Four nights until moon rise and she was to be number 23, with grace that was belied by my human shell I flitted through the horde of bodies until I stood so close that my breath could caress her. So close I could see the shining beads of perspiration that slide down her spine, smell the sweet underlying scent of the spices she used to wash herself, a shudder wracked through me as I inhaled that delicious scent that was all hers as it mixed with the aroma of her sweat and the beast inside wanted to howl its desire in the instant I pressed into her back.

With the crushing flow of humans it took her a moment to realize that I was not just another person being pushed around by the crowd, a realization that may have been slightly prompted as my hands slid along the sides of her dress, a dress that was damp and clinging to her skin, without even a glance backwards she pressed into me. She was a girl who partied hard, the slinky black dress that she wore was soaked through with her perspiration and as she pressed into me I could feel her body molding to mine as she gently laid her hands over my own. The warmth of her touch was exhilarating as my heart skipped a beat and I breathed in the scent that was exuded from her short blonde hair, still that spicy tang edged with the faintest hint of peroxide, not a natural blonde it would seem…but with her body pressing against mine and her hips swaying so seductively I couldn’t bring myself to care, and since it wasn’t her hair that my bestial aspect was interested in, neither did it.

Finally she brought her eyes to bear on me, those vibrant blue filters over her soul. As she looked into my own pale brown filters I wondered what it was that she saw in those moments, was it the human in me looking out with lust and awe…or was it the bestial side looking out with hunger, were my own eyes those of a predator locking onto its prey, was she seeing the fate that was soon to befall her. She had only turned her neck and arched upwards to meet my eyes, but now her entire body slid in my grasp until the firm pressure of her breasts pushed against my chest and my hands curved into a semblance of claws to grasp at her ass and draw her more tightly against me. Again I expected a little more resistance, I readily admit that I am not that most handsome man around, in fact as far as appearances go I’m more or less average with my short brown hair, unremarkable brown eyes and an average physique that was not rippling with restrained muscle, but was also not bulging with extra kilos. Maybe it was my smile; my hellion of a housemate had often commented that my smile was kind, that people liked kind because there just wasn’t all that much of it left in the world. But what did she know? When she wasn’t stoned, shooting up, strung out on meth or passed out she was whoring herself, not the most reliable source.

But for whatever reason this blonde woman who had become the center of my every straining sense seemed to find something that resonated within her, because her face crinkled with a kind of acceptance as she grinded into me and drew a new rising sensation as my body betrayed my more ardent desire for her, in an effort to not embarrass her or myself for that matter I tried to shift back a little. After all if she become embarrassed she could make things more difficult and I needed her cooperative, I needed her to come with me, more then that I needed her to want to come with me so that I could get her somewhere where it wouldn’t matter how loud she screamed, there would be no one to hear her cries. But apparently she had plans herself because she wouldn’t allow me to give her that modicum of room; she slid one leg around mine and molded our bodies together more tightly so that now I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to. Then there was the kiss, with my arms firmly supporting her she dipped back and then drew into me once more, her lips chasing along my own for an instant in an amused manner before the warmth moist pressure of her succulent lips tasted my own, hard and demanding, forceful with an edge of playfulness as she nibbled my lip before pulling away.

That was about as much as the bestial aspect could handle, for that matter the very human lust that was causing me some considerable aches couldn’t handle much more teasing either, so as I nibbled along her neck, leaving my scent to mingle with hers as I marked my territory, I whispered into her ear and she was more then receptive. We fled the club with the haste of would be lovers stealing into the night and I feared I would take her there on the side walk, my bestial nature was raging inside of me, snarling and snapping as it tried to surge through my flesh and rip into hers, with each day that drew closer to the Full Moon I was loosing more of my control to the beast, it was growing stronger, hungrier and with grim realization I knew that I wasn’t going to make it somewhere secluded and private, it was too late, too much of the night had passed as I searched out this prey who had infuriated my senses for days. But once more I seemed to be favored by luck for she has no interest in going far, her lithe body darted ahead of me, drawing me on by my hand alone until we had slid down into the dark recesses of a filth ridden alley. As we fled down that alley I could taste the coming rain in the air, but closer at hand I could smell the mangy rats, could hear them scurrying along, their small claws tapping along the bricks.

“Do me here baby,” she demanded, her lilting voice commanding, she was use to being obeyed, and as she clawed at the belt to my pants, her breath coming more raggedly with a slight husky edge to it I surrendered to my human monster, surprised to feel the beast letting the monstrosity of humanity roll over it, if that bestial aspect was sentient I would have sworn it wanted me to embrace the human monster because each time I did my resistance to the beast grew weaker, the lines between human and animal blurring until they were one and the same, monster through and through. She was going too slowly, with brutish strength I grasped her arms and she squirmed in a small measure of pain as I shoved her into the wall with bruising strength beyond that of a normal man, it was a simple matter from there the shred her dress with my claws, later I would look back and wonder where the claws had come from, it wouldn’t take me long to answer that question either, with the blending of human and beast the veil between us weakens so that more of the beasts savagery infuses me, eventually a time would come when I would be both beast and human all the time, but those were thoughts for later.

She wasn’t happy with her shredded dress, even less happy as she saw the elongated claws that now glistened with her blood, she drew breath to scream and a hand clamped down over her mouth with such ferocity I could hear her jaw snap. Not that I cared. Unable to scream she was thrashing against me, kicking, scratching and spitting until I twisted her around and smashed her beautiful lithe and more or less naked body into the wall, the first blow dazed her, the second blow cracked her skull open so that blood could begin to gush forth. But she was no longer trying to scream or thrash, of course that changed as the shreds of her dress fell away to reveal a distinct lack of underwear, such a bold move for a young woman to go commando. My own pants fell away and I shoved my way inside of her, dazed as she was she tried to scream at the invasion, more so since the excitement of her struggling had gotten such a powerful reaction from my body. The stench of fear poured off of her, but that was only fuel to the fire, an aphrodisiac as I thrust harder and harder, fresh blood was pouring down between her legs, as something was broken, ripped, inside of her. The human monster inside of me didn’t care, all it cared about was rutting until it was thoroughly satisfied by the endeavor. I would pity the girl later as my body had grown larger and thicker in the moments of her rape, the beast slid beneath my flesh as my bones cracked as they rearranged themselves, had I not been so preoccupied the experience would have been agonizing as my body partially shifted into a monstrous partial wolf form.

The power of the change was a high of its own, to have my body lengthen and change as it reformed in a desperate bid to become the wolf so many nights before the Full Moon…but again those were the thoughts of a more human mind. Thrusting away inside of her my monstrous body shuddered violently and came to a quivering halt as it released its load into the pulverized flesh of the blonde woman, her heart no longer beat and if it weren’t for what came next the thought that I had just fucked a corpse would have been disturbing. Her body collapsed to the ground and I fell with it, sinking my disfigured mouth and teeth into the soft flesh of her breasts, the still warm blood sizzled in my mouth as I gnawed at the flesh and tore a hunk of it from her body, mashing it in my teeth before I sunk my teeth down into the soft crook of her throat this time. Chunks of her flesh went to fill my belly and satisfy the agonizing hunger of my beast, and with each bite I reverted fractionally until my blood drenched human body lay next to the eviscerated blonde corpse, her chest cavity was pretty much ripped open, blood splattered across the alley, her organs were either gone or partially chewed, but yet if you only looked into her eyes, her perfect eyes on her blood stained face you could still see a spark of the life which had animated. Strange how one could see more deeply into a person’s soul once they were a corpse.